Gemstones Lyrics – A$AP Rocky

Read the full Gemstones lyrics by A$AP Rocky from the album Don’t Be Dumb along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Aap Rocky’s music, you can also explore Trespass and AIR FORCE (BLACK DEMARCO), two other songs by Aap Rocky.

[Verse 1: A Rocky]
T-shirt on my head like the Taliban
Riding ’round town in the dollar van
Pretty boy, never been feminine
Pretty boy, but I’m still a gentleman
My boys hop out in the minivan
Leave a n!gga shaking and trembling
Stunna boys out in Timberland
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Cornrows like Jim Jones and I got new gemstones
Cornrows like Jim Jones and I got new gemstones
Uh, uh, uh, uh

Skinny n!gga move like he big-boned
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
(??) on my neck like Flintstone

[Break: KayCyy]
Fine by me, fine by me
Follow my lеad, follow my lead

[Verse 2: A Rocky]
Uh, uh
Back door, back door, uh, uh, he so cutthroat
Word around town got them bluе notes
Why they not fu*king with me, glucose
Poltergeist, hold this ice, step to the light
Me and these rappers, we nothing alike
Roll dice, roll the dice, then we roll the dice
Just how my Rollie tick, know my time is next
All these n!ggas (??), all these b!tches pressed
Funny how I’m counting paper checks while I smoke on the jet
Pew-pew, (??) look like Puma sweats

[Chorus: A Rocky]
Yelling, nah, for real, uh, uh
Nah, for real, uh-huh, uh

Nah, for real, uh, uh
Nah, for real, uh-huh

[Verse 3: THOTO]
She calling me THOTO, I can’t hit her back
I hit from the side but I never relax
Fu*k what he be saying, he cap in his raps
Don’t play me in Atlanta, I fu*k with a mask

[Verse 4: A Rocky]
Acting like she want me, that’s how I react
Told her I love her, she lie to me back
My number one rule is don’t speak and don’t chat
So come to my room, you can leave with some rack
I’m not Piru, but a P on my hat
I’m not the Woo, but the B on my back
I’m at the top, they can’t see where I’m at
I’m at the top, they can’t be where I’m at
Burger like King on the Whopper
N!ggas ain’t me, they ain’t pretty like Flacko
Roll up my weed with no fronto, no problem
I pee and I sleep with revolvers and choppers
PTSD like a trauma survivor
Straight out of Harlem but bumping Nirvana
Played in that water, the shark and piranha
Die for Rihanna, my kids and my momma

[Chorus: A Rocky]
Nah, for real, uh, uh
Nah, for real, uh-huh, uh
Nah, for real, uh, uh
Nah, for real, uh-huh, uh
Nah, for real, uh, uh
Nah, for real

[Bridge: A Rocky]
Shoutout my boy, it’s the GRIM (GRIM)
Reap what you sow, what you reap
Shoutouts my n!ggas on breach
All of my n!ggas in reach (It’s the GRIM)

[Verse 5: Tommy Revenge]
This Mar-this Margiela (Yeah, yeah)
This made my b!tch jealous (A hundred percent, yeah)
‘Preme, the diamonds, the dentist (I need)
AWGE in the jeans, they embellished
Better to ride like the presi’, my b!tch never settle, yeah
I like a popstar, she wan’ pop like a kettle (Yeah, uh-huh)
Tick, like, don’t tock, you could tell by the bezel
I had to upgrade the b!tch right to my level, yeah

[Outro: A Rocky]
I mean, s*it, I don’t know how to quite define it, but
I will say, which once was ghetto is now luxury
S*it, I’m obligated to s*it on y’all motherfu*kers every day
This s*it is obligatory, you heard?